I have never really been into strip clubs.
That may seem to be an unusual way to begin an article on a site devoted lovers of such establishments but it's true. In all my years (I'm now 47), I can honestly say that I have visited only two strip clubs in my entire life. Both of these visits were in my early twenties with mates on a drunken night out and although I loved looking at the naked women, I just didn't find it much of a turn on. Besides, I got regular action outside these establishments so why pay? It didn't really make sense. At 27, I married my wife and I have been faithful ever since. Although she was a dynamo in the bedroom when she was younger, she is now not at all interested in sex in any form. I still love her but over the past couple of years I've found that no sexual fun certainly does not agree with me.
After a number of years living in this situation, I decided I would visit a strip club - not to cheat on my wife but just to add a little sexual excitement into my life. As I'm not really of an age where I have mates who visit these clubs, I knew I would have to go alone. Besides, with my standing in our community, not to mention my job, I knew it would be a disaster if it became known that I visited such an establishment. I researched all the clubs in my city and decided on the least intimidating club. As this was all new to me, there was so much to learn. I chose a club about an hour from my home to minimise the chance of being seen by anyone I knew.
For the whole week before my visit, I was a bundle of nervous energy. The 'visit' played on my mind every single minute of the day. It was at once daunting and thrilling. Finally, the night came. I knew all about the club (well, as much as I could find on their website), I had fabricated a story to cover my whereabouts and I had a wallet full of money (not wanting to withdraw money from the premises).
As I parked near the club, I was terrified. I don't know how many of you remember your first real visit to a club but I was was a mess. I was convinced I couldn't go through with it and in fact, I drove off almost immediately. About a block away, I grew some balls and returned. I walked straight into the club, knowing that if I stopped to think about it for even a second, I may talk myself out of it. As I paid and entered, the excitement rose with every step. I was now committed to the night and funnily enough, everything that I found terrifying earlier, was now exhilarating. I was inside, I had a drink and I was now seated at a table, a little back from the stage. I was still self-conscious, especially of the fact that I was alone. Did everyone else see me as a dirty old man? I looked at the other clients and wondered about their situations before even checking out the girl dancing on the podium.
Within minutes, a girl sat down with me, in the hope of taking me for a private dance. Although this was exactly the reason I had visited the club, this was not the girl for me. As she left, another girl joined me. This girl seemed to ooze sexuality and so within minutes she had taken me for a private dance. It was good, but by no means great. The girl had a beautiful body but seemed to be on autopilot and the experience left me with the exact same feeling about strip clubs that I formed in my twenties.
Back at my table, I once again attracted company. Again, not the girl for me but as she was talking, I noticed an absolute stunner at the bar. All I wanted to do was to get away from the current girl trying to hustle me. After about five minutes, she finally left. Before I even thought about a plan of action, I found myself walking over to the bar. The problem was, I didn't know what I was going to say or do (Funnily enough, although it's been a long time since I approached women in bars, I was actually pretty good at it when single). Before I arrived, we made eye contact and she smiled. (Don't get me wrong, I knew that she was working me and for me, it was just a little fun and sexual distraction.) Well, I stood in front of her grinning like an idiot. Turns out that she was not only beautiful and sexy but she read the situation perfectly. She took me to a private room, seated me and went to work.
Not knowing the protocol, again I just sat there with my arms hanging by my sides. In fact, I was almost too excited to move. After all, I'd not had a beautiful, young girl all over me for about twenty years! And this time, unlike the previous dance, she was all over me! I was also wary of the bouncers. Inside the private room, there was a sign that read, "You touch, you go!" Close to the end of my 15 minutes, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I was in Heaven! She saw the look of terror in my eyes at touching and just said, "Ignore the sign. I do." My face must have said it all because she then whispered, "You were too polite." The look in her eye was all I needed to extend my time and go again. This time she allowed my hands to wander all over her upper body and ass. At the end of my second time period she smiled knowingly, as if she had educated me - and she certainly had! I couldn't believe the difference between the two dancers.
After this experience, I can't wait to visit again (possibly next week).
I'm converted! I now love strip clubs!
Although I have read a bit on this site, I still have a few questions for those of you who are a little more experienced than myself. I think I may have been really lucky in selecting the right dancer on my first visit. However, I'm not sure about my next visit. What methods do others use to select the better dancers? I assume I ask if touching is allowed if I see another girl. How do I ask? For that matter, even if I see the same girl, there's no guarantee that she'll remember me so I'm guessing I should ask again. Is there going to be any trouble if I am caught touching one of the girls in a private dance even after gaining permission from the girl (especially as it is clearly stated that touching is not allowed)? Any other tips that can improve my subsequent visits? Thanks for any and all help.
Sorry if these comments and questions seem a little lame to this community who obviously have more knowledge and experience in these situations.
Infidelity is infidelity, no matter what excuse you use.